Although Jiang Zhiyu had vaguely expected Zhao Hao's words, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when she heard what he said.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Mr. Zhao, do you still have manuscripts saved?"

"Deposit?"

Zhao Hao smiled: "As a literati, isn't it true that I don't have any manuscripts?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the bedroom door with a hesitant expression, but she quickly guessed what Zhao Hao meant and smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhao, you are indeed very talented in literature, but a poem only costs seventy gold, which may not be worthy of your great efforts.

Fei Zhouzhang."

Zhao Hao smiled slightly: "A poem costs seventy gold, what about a hundred poems?"

Jiang Zhiyu was really shocked this time: "Non, do you have a hundred poems in your hand?"

Zhao Hao said seriously: "Of course there is no such thing!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "???"

She was a little angry at Zhao Hao, but thinking that Aunt Wu was still listening outside, she could only say: "How many songs does Mr. Zhao have?"

Zhao Hao smiled faintly: "Actually, there aren't many. There are only thirty or forty songs in total."

Jiang Zhiyu wondered: "Then how can you sell a hundred songs!"

Zhao Hao's smile was a bit sinister: "I can compose another sixty or seventy bad poems at will, and then package them up and sell them together. If they want to buy them, they can buy a hundred poems together, or else they won't get one at all. Anyway, I'm not willing to do it.

One song is only sold for 70 gold, so after calculation, one should be worth 150 gold."

Jiang Zhiyu: "!!!"

This time, she was really shocked, although she had always known that Zhao Hao was not a useless playboy.

But this magical method of operation really exceeded her expectations.

She didn't know quite what Qin Zhili's level was.

But she knew that those in Huang Country who could write good poems were the older literati.

This shows how anxious the literati of the four countries were.

If you take out these thirty or forty poems, they will definitely want to buy them.

In this wave of Zhao Hao, the lion opened his mouth and asked for a hundred pieces of money!

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if Mr. Zhao can read a few poems for me?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Hao smiled and then chanted slowly: "The green trees are dense and the summer is long, and the balcony is reflected in the pond. The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the roses fill the courtyard with fragrance."

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Zhao Hao in slight surprise. She didn't expect that the poem he wrote this time would actually change his previous style, and it felt surprisingly good.

She was only slightly surprised, but her voice seemed to have turned into a fan girl: "So beautiful!"

"besides!"

As if Zhao Hao's vanity was greatly satisfied, he read several more poems excitedly.

Then he coughed and said immediately: "Where is the pen, ink, paper and inkstone? I'd better write!"

"Um!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded. These poems are all landscape poems without any political metaphors or ambitions.

So when I took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I couldn't help but look at Zhao Hao a few more times. My future husband was really as stable as an old dog.

The pen moves the dragon and the snake.

Soon, forty poems were completed.

And not long ago, that subtle sense of perception also disappeared. Aunt Wu must have felt bored, or she decided not to listen because she didn't have any special information.

After all, this couple is so polite. They only discuss poetry together, so what can they do that exceeds their boundaries?

As for acting?

Don't be kidding, she has seen Jiang Zhiyu since she was a child. Such an innocent girl, how could she be acting?

"call……"

Zhao Hao breathed a long sigh of relief.

Jiang Zhiyu cupped her cheeks and looked at him with interest: "I didn't expect that your landscape poetry writing was actually pretty good!"

It's okay, not a particularly high rating.

However, Zhao Hao was not angry, because the poems he copied this time were pretty good, but far from the level of famous poems.

Otherwise, it’s seventy gold per article, thank you!

Then just dilute it with a few rubbish songs, at least you can make a small profit!

He smiled proudly: "Of course it's okay!"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at him deeply: "In that case, why haven't I seen you let him out before? Is it because landscape poems are not as popular with courtesans as romantic poems?"

Um?

There seems to be a hint of displeasure?

Zhao Hao grinned: "Could anyone be jealous because of this? No, no?"

"you!"

Jiang Zhiyu's expression was suffocated and she was speechless. She glared at Zhao Haocai and said, "Who cares whether you please the oiran or not? I was just thinking, since you have such talent and it won't incur hostility, why don't you let it out?

"

"Because it's no good!"

Zhao Hao crossed his legs and said, "Releasing it will only make the literary world of Huang country lose face. There are not many people in Huang country who can be called literati, and they all pursue the way of governing the country. They will not look down on me because of these poems."

.

As for those oirans, they already admire me very much because of those romantic poems. These landscape poems, one more is not more, and one less is not more. How can I exchange them for money?"

Jiang Zhiyu was amused by him: "You are honest!"

Zhao Hao smiled and said: "The two of us have to sleep on the same bed. If I don't be honest with you, will I still have to share the same bed with you?"

Jiang Zhiyu rolled her eyes at him: "No need! As long as you don't say those sticky and disgusting love words to me, why should I have a dream with you?"

Zhao Hao patted the table: "Did I emphasize different dreams? I emphasized sharing the same bed!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "???"

When she heard Zhao Hao playing hooligan, she lost her mind for a moment, and her delicate jade fingers clenched subconsciously.

But she quickly returned to normal and said with a smile: "What? Mr. Zhao can't wait anymore?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

Zhao Hao shook his head: "I'm mainly afraid that your father will break my legs!"

Jiang Zhiyu snorted and then turned her head away: "You should get down to business. I don't believe you came here just to show off by writing poems to me."

Zhao Hao looked at her with some surprise: "You have guessed this. I am indeed not here to write poems to show off."

"Then you are..."

"I missed you and couldn't help but want to see you, so I took the risk of your father breaking my legs."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, her expression suddenly changed, and she said angrily: "Zhao Hao! You don't have to be glib with me."

Zhao Hao was also a little confused when he was suddenly scolded like this.

This girl...

Are you angry now?

Jiang Zhiyu quickly returned to normal, and her expression turned slightly colder: "If you have anything to do, just say it!"

Zhao Hao scratched his head and sorted the papers on the table: "It's hard for me to sell poems. It's better to go through your channel. The Siguo people will definitely bargain, but the minimum is only six thousand gold. They will do it."

I can't stand it anymore.

This time the two of us cooperate to sell poems. I am the author and you are the platform. The royalties are 50-50. I just lent you three thousand gold a few days ago. All the money from selling the poems this time will be yours. Just treat it as my repayment.

Got it!"

After saying that, he stuffed the paper into her hand, turned around and prepared to jump out of the window and leave.

"etc!"

Jiang Zhiyu stopped him.

Zhao Hao turned around and said displeased: "What's wrong?"

"Is it really all mine?"

Jiang Zhiyu shook the paper in his hand with a smile. The sudden anger just now seemed to be just an illusion.

"It's yours!"
To be continued...